I’m visiting Florida, USA. I am from Europe and this is my first time in America. I’m on this trip alone. One night I cannot sleep and decide to go to the beach early in the morning. I’m sitting on the empty beach thinking about my life and looking at the sea. There are people somewhere far from me and I don’t see them. Suddenly a man some 50 feet away grabs my attention. A tall very well-built man. He’s wearing a tight black T-shirt and I can see he has very-well developed muscles. He could be a bodybuilder. His arms are massive. I try not to stare too long at him. After a couple minutes I suddenly hear a girl asking someone to take a selfie. She’s talking to the man. The sound of the waves and wind prevents me from hearing what they speak. But suddenly I notice a deep strong voice. A voice so manly and heroic. It’s him. It’s that big man with a black T-shirt. The girl walks away. I look at his face for the first time and I can’t believe my eyes. Is it John Cena? It has to be him. But how can he be alone on the same beach so close to me? No, it must be a very similar guy. But I’ve seen his photos so many times. So many times I was getting hard seeing his shirtless body on the Internet, watching him on WWE and hearing that masculine voice. I could recognize that body from millions of people. I’m sure it’s him. I can’t take my eyes off him. He turns his head and sees me. Time is frozen. I lose control and my mind tries to tell my eyes to stop looking but it’s impossible.
He stands up. So tall and so strong. He starts walking towards me. Is this a dream? Or a movie? A prank? What should I do? Is he going to beat me? He’s getting closer to me. Fear, amazement and shock locks my body and I can feel my heart almost stopping. He’s so close I could touch him with my fingers. He sits down beside me. What is happening? My heart is beating like crazy as he smiles, opens his mouth and says “Hey, what’s up?”. I forget all the existing words ever learnt and hardly open my mouth to say “I can’t believe it’s you”. He laughs with that deep manly voice and beautiful smile. Such a monstrous stature but such a bright smile. “I saw you were staring at me”. “I’m sorry. I… think you have a really nice body.”- I reply. I’ve never felt more awkward and I want to bury myself to the ground. He probably thinks I’m an idiot. But his deep joyful laugh gives me a tiny sense of relief. What a man. I tell him my name. “John. Nice too meet you”– he replies and gives me his hand. Excitement spears me from head to toes. I was never sure I had a proper handshake. And now his hand is in front of me. His one finger is stronger than my whole body right now. He’s so confident and big while and I’m here, slowly raising my shaking arm. I can’t believe I’m touching this man. The man I’ve been touching in my dreams for so many times and for so many years. My small hand is in his hand. That’s the longest handshake I’ve experienced in my life. Or at least it seems like that. So strong but so gentle. “Dude, that’s a strong handshake”, he says. He’s even funnier than I thought him to be. “Are you into guys?”. “Yes”, I reply modestly. Such an awkward mess. I’m speaking with the man of my dreams and I can’t even manage a proper sentence. “Wanna come over my house?”. I can’t believe my ears but my mouth is quicker than my mind and I say “Yes” as quickly as never before.
And here we are, standing up and walking. The size difference is even bigger when we stand. This manly muscular hunk. He walks like a warrior in such a confident manner. And besides him this small insecure weirdo like me. He says it’s not a long way and then we remain silent walking through unknown streets. It’s still early morning and we don’t see many people. A few stop by asking for his autograph or a selfie. My head is slowly removing all the mess I created and I calm down. This man a few feet away from me gives me so much security. He’s like a wall protecting me from all of my weakness and cruel world. He’s a winner, a leader, a star.
We come over a huge villa. A prosperity I’ve never seen before. It’s his home. He pushes the button and opens the gates as we walk into this surreal world. We walk through a garden and finally he takes me inside. Am I in a dream that still continues? The huge house is empty, just two of us sharing this moment. I take my shoes off and follow him into the living room. He suggests to eat something. I don’t care. I’ll do anything this man wants. I don’t feel the taste of what I eat. All I feel and all I see is this man on the other side of the couch. His face, so cleanly shaved there’s not a single hair. His arms. Those beefy arms, so intimidating but so sexy. He’s still with the black T-shirt but I know what it’s hiding. I’ve seen him taking off his T-shirt so many times and showing those steel abs on TV. We start talking. He’s looking right at me and asks questions. So many questions and I answer them all. I wear clothes but my mind is completely naked. I can tell him everything. He’s so calm and trustworthy. Someone is interested in me and it feels so good to me, so I open up. I trust him and respect him. I don’t want to know anything about him because I already know enough. He asks me whether I’m virgin. I say “Yes. But I’d like to change that”. He smiles and says to follow him.
He opens the door and we’re in his bedroom. It’s so bright. There’s a large comfortable bed. That’s where he always rests his incredible body. My excitement rises again. We stand silent for half a minute and he closes the door. I stand by the wall as he approaches on me. He’s so close I can feel the movement of his body when he breathes. He’s so big that I can’t see anything else just him in his full height. He’s not touching me but his inner strength is enough to pull me completely towards that wall. I can feel my whole body shaking. There’s no way to escape now. But I don’t want to escape. I want to stand like this forever. I want to be his victim. He raises his arm. He takes my hand. That’s the second time he couches me after that handshake. He slides my hand slowly under his T-shirt and puts it on his stomach. Those abs. I’m touching them with my fingers. That body was chiseled from stone. I’m frozen again. I can’t believe this is happening. I feel it getting hard in my pants. I look upwards and see his face. His blue eyes. I softly grab the edge of his T-shirt and start taking it off. I can see more and more of his body with every moment. It feels like hours to me. He’s now topless and I throw this black T-shirt off my hand. We’re standing still. I’ve never felt so small. This huge athletic man in front of me. He opens up his mouth and I hear that deep voice again: “Do you really want this?”. “I crave for this. Do whatever you want with me.”, I answer with such determination.
He suddenly grabs my shoulders with so much power and roughness and my T-shirt is gone in milliseconds. He grabs my thin arm with no mercy and holds me very intensively. I’m helpless and no one can save me. But I don’t want to be saved. I want his aggression. He asks if I like this and I say yes without a single doubt. He picks me up on his shoulders and throws me to his bed. He removes everything from me in seconds. And finally he takes off his shorts. There’s only one part of his body I’ve never seen and very quickly I see it for the first time. He’s allowed to do anything he wants with me. I say I want him to wrestle me, I want to see the real man. He locks me in a submission. I can feel him not using his whole power but it still hurts so much. I try my best to free myself and I manage but he locks me in again. My whole little body is his toy. He wraps his beefy body around me. His arms are squeezing my skin. I punch him with my small hands and try to fight. He likes that. I have no chance against his strength. He punishes me for my weakness. And then he sets me free. Now he lays down on me. His gigantic mass is weighing down on me. He’s not a human. He’s an animal, an invincible monster. His huge power is crushing me and this bed. It’s time. He is on top of me and I finally have it inside of me. For the first time ever. It’s big. It’s painful. He does it softly but it hurts so bad. But pain turns into an enjoyment. He’s wild and brutal and I love it. He’s my master. He’s my king. When we end it I feel like I’ve finally got something I’ve always lacked.
We lay silent for some time, then he stands up and goes to the bathroom. I run to him and ask him to have a shower together. We go together. We’re both naked. Water is running through our bodies. There’s lack of space and we’re so close to each other. We are one. Small and big. Weak and strong. Bad and good. I see water washing every single muscle of his massive body. He can’t reach his back with his arms. They’re too big and he asks me to rub his back with soap. I do it with pleasure. My little fingers are touching his broad back. It’s like a wall. He is enormous. I could do this forever. Now we are clean. We dry ourselves and we come back to the bedroom. I’ve lost the sense of space and time. It’s late. I’ve spend the whole day with him. We’re still naked and he invites me to stay the night. Of course, I agree. I would stay for the rest of my life if I could. We’re in his bed again. He’s been my master all this evening. I did what he wanted. I tell him that was amazing. he chuckles and I dare to hug him. We cuddle. It’s cold after the shower but the heat of his body makes me warm. I’m in his arms. Those huge arms have been hurting so many men on that ring but now they are holding me. They are so huge he could squeeze me to death if he wanted. I ask him to flex his biceps. I touch them and I get the same sense of fascination and fear that I felt the first time I saw him on that beach. It feels like i’m touching a statue. We are so close I can feel the texture of his front body. I feel the movement of his chest when he’s breathing. I’ve been dreaming to touch this body for so long and now it’s as close to me as possible. I can feel the power of him passing to my body. This man has never been weak. Fear and sadness must be unknown to him. I feel the calmness I’ve been searching for so long. Nothing bad can happen when I’m in his arms. We both fall asleep.
It’s morning and I open my eyes. The dream is not over. He’s right in front of my eyes. His blue eyes are seeing right through me. We say nothing. We wake up and dress up. He drives me to my hotel. I feel happy and have a weird sense of confidence and relief. We reach the hotel and he stops the car. We sit there for a couple of minutes. What should I say? I don’t want this to be over. I pick a phone from his pocket and write my phone number. I look at him and kiss him. He still smiles with the same kindness. “You should hit the gym and gain some muscle”, he says. I leave the car, go to the hotel and see him drive away.
I’m realizing it’s over. It was the first time ever but probably the best one in my life and it will never happen again. I’m ready to leave this country and come back home. But just when I least expect it I get a message from an unknown number: “Need a personal trainer? I’m waiting for you near the hotel tomorrow morning and we’re heading to my gym. John”.
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